back when we were close
shelling peas
on your summer porch
(inspired by "Gesture," a painting by Lynne Taetzsch)
peacocks in the field
behind your house
all gone
(inspired by "Juno," a painting by Lynne Taetzsche)
yellow boomerang
under the monkey bars —
playgrounds get lonely at night
(inspired by "Ice Toys Two," a painting by Lynne Taetzsche)
rowing a boat
across the Lake of Memory
my sister and I
fireflies don’t compete
with fireworks—
they are their own show
in the dream
a fish (wearing a tiara)
swims into my cupped hands
a frightening dream
thank you for waking me
dear cricket
wind chimes
still at last
midnight
midnight
lazy fan
shuts itself off
summer night
even the pillow
is too hot to touch
summer night
dream visitors
tears on my pillow
summer night
refrigerator motor
loud as locusts
summer night
flickering
candlelight
under the boardwalk
pink transistor radio:
ooooh baby baby baby
a stranger's sigh
floats downriver —
enters our canoe
in the tall grasses
my lion friend and I
breathing the same breath
still life:
one summer squash, two green tennis balls —
my neighbor's Sunday porch
because you shelled the peas
the salad
was so much sweeter
sunrise
and daisies in the field —
finding good omens everywhere
how loud
the phone
not ringing
3 red flowers
in a teapot vase
my company while you're away
sister spider
where have you gone?
you and your web were good company
passing a stranger on the street
he smells so good
dare I tell him so?
in full bloom
my neighbor's garden —
plastic flowers
the moon turns its face away
there are no answers
anywhere
the way a pale green morning
creeps in through
my bedroom window —
and now
here comes the grapevine
as well
bee box
empty now
the old woman shuts her windows
from this spot
on Geneva Street
we began our journey together
counting
my breaths
dusk becomes night
breathing
not breathing —
night falls
